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The Goblin Queen

by Scrub Pine

The Princess Daphne was most comely

of all the girls at court

And there were none whose favors

her look could fail afford

Her voice was sweet, her fingers neat

her eyes, as deep as night

Just to catch her glance in passing

was any heart's delight.

But the mother of this winsome girl,

had a grave whose grass was green

And the king had not kept bare his bed

but took another Queen.

Now, this woman was no villianess,

she was neither cruel nor kind

but no mother's adoration

was cause to blind her eye.

So her charming, fair step-daughter

she saw just as she was

and for the heir, kept little care

and would not mourn her loss.

As the King was growing older

and no sons to take his place,

the Queen now spoke of Daphne's faults

and plainly made her case.

_ "Your daughter is fair to behold_

but little more at all.

Her mind is like a child's

though now she's grown and tall.

"And this small kingdom is no dowry

to which wise men can be led.

She will win no noble hero

to stand at your armies' head

"Nor could she keep the realm alone

'Twould last from May to June.

Her passions never stay a day

but wax just like the moon.

"Her eye, it may be winsome,

her skin as soft as down,

but her neck is far too delicate

to proper bear the crown."

The King, he sat a moment,

about these words he thought.

And found that he did full agree.

'Though he wished that he did not.

So a plan was made to elevate

one from his fighting band.

Although, such a thing is difficult

with a legal heir at hand.

Thus, the girl, she must be hid away

thought lost, or even dead

lest enemies take cunning

and disrupt the monarch's head.

Therefore, the chambers were prepared

the girl within to stay

while others would hold rule at court,

she would here live out her days,

deep beneath the gilded halls

of the palace's estate

apart from any leaded pane

where sun could penetrate.

Yet, no shortage here of richness,

though deep the chambers lay;

The couches plush, the linen fair,

their colors crisp and gay!

Cherubs crossed an azure vault

on dabbled painted wings,

while woven knights knelt at the walls

to take their ladies' rings.

While all within, a fire's light

from a grand and lordly hearth

made the flecked supports of marble dance

as bright as any stars.

And all this was a sure delight

to the kind, but simple maid

who never once perceived how she

a prisoner was made.

Still, sore she grew for company,

for none could know her there.

A frown did form upon her lips

to crease her visage fair.

Till one day, she heard a sound

from just beyond the wall

a_tinking, tinking_at the stones

alike a blackbird's call.

In the corner of the room

where just it met the floor

a picture of the same bird stitched,

though ravenous, and torn.

But Daphne's fingers barely touched

the hem, all for to see,

when full silence did retake the hall;

all scratching sounds retreat.

Still, with trembling fingers then,

she made to lift the veil.

And what a marvel there beheld!

A tiny stair to scale!

"By Stars!" exclaimed that hapless girl.

"What features here, to find!

I'll stretch myself unto this passage

though harshly it does wind!"

Full of passion, was the girl,

she meant the words she said.

And as she stooped beneath the stones

the crown fell from her head.

~The heel of hand, a silken band

Blood beaded on a thumb

Say none will stray when falls that day

As Heaven beats Her drum...~

Such words were written on a wall,

or else heard in a dream.

And on the brow of this poor girl

the faerie forms did team.

Till last she murmured from her fall

And sitting right again,

peered through the gloom and saw to swoon

small figures, light and thin.

"A goblin horde! But where's the Lord?"

No figure such was seen.

"Still! There must be one among you whom

is rightly called the Queen!"

The goblin maids looked one to each

out shining yellow eyes

and turned their sights to fair Daphne

the stranger to apprise.

"Yes...!" said one, and then cried all.

"She must to see the Queen!"

then put their hands upon the girl,

compelling, with their need.

Small fists clutched her mantle's silk

and took it from her form.

Her gowns aroused their shadowed eyes

and about her they did swarm.

The goblins lifted up the hems,

they pulled the pearly twine

"They've never seen such clothes," she thought

"Nor jewels as fine as mine!"

Her buttons were unfastened,

her skirts fell to the floor,

but still the tiny maids all sought

more pieces to adore.

They wove their blacked fingers

all through her golden hair

they pulled the locks and bent her neck,

and stripped her bosom bare.

They took her slippers from her feet

to poke her tender soles.

The rosy buds that crowned her breasts,

they pinched and roughly pulled.

Their nimble, needful hands did move

to seek her private spaces,

and their aching kisses, wet

did fall in twenty-dozen places

"What's this...?" cried now, alarmed Daphne.

"How guests here are received?

There should be justice dealt to all

when once I meet your Queen!"

_YES!_They all then cried aloud.

She must receive the Queen...!

but yielded not their fawning clutch

and made the fair girl scream.

To this, one little goblin stirred

and spoke apart the rest,

her wicked words like poison oozed

from lips on liquored breath.

"Our skin as green as holly

for seasons deep in mirth

but your flesh is pale as arethe clouds

that never touch to earth.

"We'll throw a noose around this star

and pull her to the stones!

And, Aye! Mysisters, love a girl

to claim and make our own..."

And like a lordly stag is fell

where hounds have found his flesh

fair Daphne was there drawn below

and never granted rest.

Loose tresses of her amber hair

clung wetly to her neck,

made warm in dungeons damp and chill

by demons' fevered breath...

"_Enough..."_protested meek Daphne,

Her voice, full soft and frail;

The words alike a starling's wings

that push against the gale.

While underneath her milk white skin,

her blood coursed like a rill;

waxed like a lamp 'neath frosted glass

whose flame is heighten still.

Smothered in the swarming touch,

of arms and fattened thighs,

her moaning now made indistinct

from out the goblins' cries.

The fair Daphne did cease to be;

she's sought, but never seen.

What remains? A thousand arms, and eyes

and lusts

of the Goblin Queen.